ARTEFACT
It was mid afternoon and the hot desert wind blew, making the large tent balloon outwards. At the entrance the gaudily lettered sign that said, ‘The Stupendous Alien Artefacts Exhibition!’ fell over silently in a cloud of fine sand. There was no one about as little Jose limped inside, stopping briefly to place his U.S. Aid Dollar onto the dusty table.
Next to the table the Vendor slouched uncomfortable in a large wooden chair, sound asleep. One eye popped open to appraise Jose, then the dollar and quickly closed. The Vendor had learned that trick, known as ‘The sleep of the dead’ as a client of Federal Penitentiary No. 2 (Luna Department of Corrections).
Jose paused to push his thick glasses up the ridge of his nose and looked about.
The tent was had only a few patrons. Curios
